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Oooooo Thanke for messing with my scribbles! She's not supposed to have eyelid folds, but aside from that yes. :D She's kind of asian-ish. Thanke thanke though for the rest!!!
Yvw, expressions are difficult to figure out, and to draw. XD

Asians usually have eyelid folds too, though they're much closer to the eye.
But, if she has full monolids, you can exaggerate the shape and inner corner of the eye, to give the impression of movement. :p
 
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👀👀 we should get that reaction score to 66666
 
Name: Sphagnum
Age: Impossible to perceive, but has been vibing in human society for about three decades.
Gender: None. Whatever gave you the notion that they're obligated to confine themselves to an overrated human social construct?
Pronouns: None specified. Whatever others choose to use will work. Most of the time. And, wait, were you even given referral rights?
User ID: 1
Personality:
A true neutral chaotic maniac, yet operates with elegant flourish. Doesn't seem to have the capacity to experience any particularly adverse emotion, in either direction. Extremely confident in its own ability to preserve itself and remain elevated above everything in the process. The egocentrism hasn't yet encountered any limitations.
Can and will instigate discord for amusement. Thrives off of mayhem and gets the biggest kicks out of impediments. Quite intrigued by the fragile, unpredictable mortal psyche and will periodically fixate on someone in an attempt to gain an understanding of their mindset.
Indelicately flirtatious in virtually all mannerisms, but is personally incapable of experiencing attraction. Then factor in that serious narcissus complex.
Contrary to the essence of its being, Sphagum's a stickler for following through with vows. It's dependable- in its own roundabout, anarchic way.
Also, has this ingrained thing for confiscating mortal children. Gets very possessive of its abductees. Excellent babysitter potential.
Picture/Description:
Probably stands at 7' tall and then some. Has nothing to hide, but people seem most comfortable around clothed beings, and so compromise was made. Always wearing its tattered sash; otherwise likes to frequent loose-fitting jackets and slacks. Skin has the appearance of an epidote formation, and feels sparsely graveled to the touch, but it's entirely flexible. A set of living antlers branches out from the fractured bark frill on the backside of its head. Slanted, reptilian eyes. A luminous yellow essence emits from eyes and mouth when open. Hardly prominent snout over a mouthful of elongated black teeth. Tufts of leaves where ears should be- unclear whether that's an actual auditory system or not. Two freelance root systems; those descending from the neck are generally useless. Digitigrade legs that end in cracked stone hooves. Crazy long fingers and thiccccccc arms.
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Username: HeavensHens88
Other (weaknesses, habits, or special abilities):
A Spriggan- powerful nature spirit out of Cornish legend that takes form from organic matter. This one was perfectly average until the lure of the human rat race got to it. When Sphagnum willed itself to disconnect from its original environment, it began to function pretty much as a mortal, except it still sources its nutrition from the soils it roots into.
Which might just prove an issue in a virtual reality- SPONTANEOUS DIGESTIVE SYSTEM DEVELOPMENT TIME??? :D
Fire is a definite weakness. The herbaceous parts are just as vulnerable to pests and blights as normal plants. Since Sphagnum literally anchors down into the ground wherever it goes, movement at a fast clip isn't attainable.
A multifaceted mimic, think camouflage- doesn't exactly conform to the environment, but has the ability to morph to a believable biotic fixture within it. This extends to absorbing and adopting the voice of whoever last spoke. It's a flawless mimicry that typically makes conversation extremely uncomfortable for the owner of the voice being utilized.
Sphagnum possesses and regularly wields the inhuman -how punny of me- strength typical to spriggans.
Yes, I am fully aware that writing a genderless cryptid without set pronouns is going to be borderline impossible.
Inconvenience is the point.
All your characters scare me XD
 
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Warmth.

This was the first thing Tem felt when they gained consciousness. The rays of the sun above beamed down on them arrogantly, pestering the feisty child to open their eyes and rise. Though Tem rebutted with an act of their own, which was rolling over on their side and coiling their tail over their knees. They were quite content, nestled in this little spot of their own. Though it was only a matter time that their father or mother would come to shake them from their slumber.

Taking a big whiff what was most undeniably grass, their eyes snapped open abruptly, pupils constricting to the tiniest slivers of black.

What the hell am I doing out on the lawn?

Tem catapulted their upper body upwards, and began scanning their surroundings frantically. “W-Wait, w-what?” their words escaped in bewilderment.

They were in a meadow, surrounded by a limitless amount of greenery with gentle hills and not a tree in sight. A formation of geese flew overhead, honking away as they crossed the wide, blue sky.

“This... is so not Palm Desert.” they muttered, climbing to their feet and doing a 360° to fully take in their new, unfamiliar environment. As they stepped around, they accidentally made contact with an object on the ground.

“Tch!” they let out in alarm, jumping backwards with their hair standing on end and ears pricked up.

Though it was just a pack and alongside it was oddly enough a butterfly knife. Settling down, they crouched down to inspect the items, which made Tem even far more confused and lost that they already were.

Unzipping the pack, they discovered a water bottle, a small metallic container that they screwed open that held some sort of clear goop. Giving it a sniff, they wrinkled their nose in disgust from the strong, potent medicinal smell it gave off.

Gross.. is this VapoRub?

They quickly screwed the cap back on and tossed it back into the bag, urgent to move onto the next item. It was a rectangular shape, encased in plastic wrap, and sprawled across it was block lettering that read ‘FOOD BAR’

At this point, Tem’s mind was racing a mile a minute, their heart was pounding and they felt like at any moment they were going to explode.

What’s going on... what the hell is up with this survival kit? Why am I out in the middle of no where? Where are mom and dad?!

Tem squeezed their eyes shut as their face strained, their grasp of the food bar tightened in their already shaking hands as their claws unsheathed, piercing through the wrapper and the bar itself.

Please just let this be a dream...
NOT VICKS 😭 ✋
The last thing Lyra remembered was going to bed after watching a movie, the movie was some action horror film which nobody knows the name of, it was okay though. Now she was soaked...wait what? Maybe that movie had more of an impact on her than she had anticipated, she hadn’t wet the bed since she was three and certainly didn’t expect to when she was 19, she squinted through her thick brown eyelashes, green, okay this was starting to freak her out, her little brother had chosen to paint his room green and she would never have chosen to stay in there for goodness sake their mother found a blanket and was able to crack it in half that’s all the scum that teenage boys suffer with. Yuck. She reached out her hand, the ground around her was definitely not the soft bed she has expected, if was a moist pile of leaf matter, she clutched her head, it hurt and her hair was soaked, it didn’t help when it was still pouring with rain. Somewhere far off a birds sweet soft singing caught her attention, she vaguely recalled that song when she was listening to a track of the rainforest, she had though that birds song had been the most beautiful thing in the world, wait- she started turning her eyes frantically scanning her surroundings, letting out a terrified squeak she stumbled backwards bumping into something and falling onto her back, and now she was back where she started, maybe if she lay here long enough the earth would swallow her and she can go home. But then she got thinking about spiders. About the tiny things humans approximately swallow 9 per year, well if she lay here her approximation would be doubled, it was bad enough having a phobia of them but to swallow 18 per year! She just couldn’t handle that. Lyra pushed herself to her feet, trembling she looked around, a backpack lay on the ground behind her, unzipping it slowly she examined its contents, why would she have any need for a bottle of god knows what, and some balm, ooh maybe it was lip balm! She dipped her finger in and rubbed some on her lips, coughing she realised that certainly was no lip balm. Then she spied the food bar, she twisted her face, she didn’t like this flavour but it could be the difference between life and death until she got out of this place so she would suck it up and eat it, no matter how bad the aftertaste. She saw a small throwing knife and almost laughed, it was the most pathetic excuse for a knife she had ever seen! They must have had a hard time choosing her weapon because this was clearly the only thing they thought she was capable of controlling. She repacked the backpack before examining the bottle, still she was attempting to figure out exactly what it was, she unscrewed the cap and took a whiff. Water? This couldn’t be right, why would they just give away water? She took a sip and decided while we it was raining she might as well catch some of the rain so off she set, blundering helplessly through the rain forest. Man she would be an easy meal for like a Tiger or something, she was so completely unaware of her surroundings
THESE HONEST DESCRIPTIONS GOT ME ROLLING :gig
Lyra had better NEVER change
Name: Jack Hernández
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him
User ID: 59
Personality: Loud, basically 99% of what he says is meant to be humorous. Overly confident, even in situations where he has no idea what’s going on. Refuses to vocalize his thought process, unless to annoy people. Never thinks before he speaks, and almost never before he acts. Sometimes acts like a genius, other times.. not so much. Can be obnoxious. However, he is generally friendly and accepting. Has absolutely no clue how to comfort people, and never opens up to others about how he’s feeling. Enjoys making people he considers his friends laugh.
Picture/Description: (Will not be drawing him. Unless as a stick figure. :p) 5’ 8” tall, dark brown eyes, and dark brown hair that goes to his ears and sort of poofs up right it gets into his eyes (I don’t know how to describe hair). Currently wearing cargo pants and a bomber jacket. His dad is Latin American and his mom is Vietnamese.
Username: @RoostersAreAwesome
Other (weaknesses, habits, or special abilities): Has an amount of survivalist knowledge due to the insistence of a certain part-time-invisible cousin who may or may not be named Charlie. His cousin’s explanation was that he “wished I knew this stuff when I was your age” and “it might be useful one day”. Jack didn’t understand what that meant, but he enjoyed it anyway. Has a casual interest in the martial arts. Doesn’t seem affected by the cold, but can’t stand hot weather. Has no powers that he knows of. Has an unfortunate subconscious habit of picking at things, so should not be handed anything delicate or easily dismantled. Likes animals, and they generally like him, though he doesn’t know much about them and doesn’t have any pets.


I originally posted this maybe 10 minutes ago, but due to bad internet it got deleted and I had to rewrite everything. :/ I might edit this later if I remember something I missed.
IT'S THE BOY
THE NEW BOY

man I love your boys
 

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